ISKRA
Goose leaps forward to seize the offered limbs, front paws lifting off the ground with the eagerness to seize it before allowing it to drift towards him, much like one burns their mouth on something they know is too hot in desire to taste it sooner (and soon after, tastes nothing at all). The husky gladly trots off with his prize, head tilting as the unbalanced weight of it drags him sideways a bit. He'll go find a snowdrift to lie in and hold the stick between his paws so he can properly gnaw at it. "Don't bloody your mouth on the damn thing this time!" Iskra shoots over at the dog, as if he can understand him, much less be inclined to heed him.
Amusement quirks Iskra's lips to the side at Deimos' comment. True enough, Iskra spies the blemishes of magic on the trunk as his axe cleaves away branches, his pace respectable beside the Warden's magical might if only from the habit of expertise. "Your boy?" he wonders, knowing there'd be little left if it'd been Deimos himself to have marred it. Some in-town practice of incantations is not surprising.
"Won't take long," he agrees, grunting as his axe sticks and requires a wriggle to get it free. He thumbs the end of it, a reminder to sharpen it when he gets home, then sets it back against the wood until the bough is sheared away. Gathering his own armfuls of limbs to cart to the sled, Iskra brightens at the question, thoughts immediately drifting to the fine time he'd had with Mel here for so long. "Best one yet," he beams, unloading the branches in one great heft of his arms. "The festival was a fine one this year, and Melita really enjoyed immersing herself in Halo." Enjoyed might be an optional word for some of the activities. "Planning to head Torchline's way for Longnight again this year, trade roles." Become a beach bum with her for the week or so of darkness, a true Caido snowbird. "You? Things well with the newborn?"
Amusement quirks Iskra's lips to the side at Deimos' comment. True enough, Iskra spies the blemishes of magic on the trunk as his axe cleaves away branches, his pace respectable beside the Warden's magical might if only from the habit of expertise. "Your boy?" he wonders, knowing there'd be little left if it'd been Deimos himself to have marred it. Some in-town practice of incantations is not surprising.
"Won't take long," he agrees, grunting as his axe sticks and requires a wriggle to get it free. He thumbs the end of it, a reminder to sharpen it when he gets home, then sets it back against the wood until the bough is sheared away. Gathering his own armfuls of limbs to cart to the sled, Iskra brightens at the question, thoughts immediately drifting to the fine time he'd had with Mel here for so long. "Best one yet," he beams, unloading the branches in one great heft of his arms. "The festival was a fine one this year, and Melita really enjoyed immersing herself in Halo." Enjoyed might be an optional word for some of the activities. "Planning to head Torchline's way for Longnight again this year, trade roles." Become a beach bum with her for the week or so of darkness, a true Caido snowbird. "You? Things well with the newborn?"
Swinging my axe, instead of sleeping
Swinging my axe, my splinters are bleeding
Swinging my axe, these cuts are too deep and I feel like I’m freezing
Swinging my axe, my splinters are bleeding
Swinging my axe, these cuts are too deep and I feel like I’m freezing
